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Note from the author: The series of epics that I’ll give you will tell why I’m called The Forgotten One
Table of Contents: Prologue
100,000 years ago…
In the outskirts of an ancient city, lies a forest that few people venture into. Here we find a Matoran camp set up by a group of nomadic Ta-Matoran. Their chief calls them all to the center of the camp where a fire burns. The chief’s name is Mathez. He bears a bronze Kanohi Kualsi, with a warrior blade on his left hand and a fire/ lava ball combination. A daring yet companionate leader,
“My fellow Matoran,” he says in a booming voice. “On this very night, he left our shattered city to seek a new life. So tonight, let us celebrate with the memorial of our fallen brethren and continue to have peace and prosperity for all.”
As they all cheer and party, one Matoran walks the outside the border of the city.
“I get no respect from my fellow Matoran, and now they want to party. Not even a thank you for what I do, just so we can stay alive. What kind of a leader is Mathez trying to be?”
His name is Kathis. He’s the tribe’s blacksmith. He bears a Kanohi Arthron with two flame staffs. He’s always seems to get little to no respect from the other Matoran. He feels more at home wandering the border of their camp, wondering what may be out there. Due to his armor, which makes him more agile, they always call him “Long Legs” every time someone comes to his hut.
“Every day, I wonder if there were any survivors of the attack, if any one searches for us.”
Someone comes up behind him and says, “I always wonder the same thing too.”
He turns around to see Mathez, his leader. “Mathez, I didn’t hear you coming.”
“It’s all right; I won’t punish you for going out here at night.”
He looks at him in amazement, “You won’t?”
“No. I know how you feel ever since our city fell. We lost a lot of brothers and sisters back then; but that’s all in the past. Rejoice yourself and come celebrate with us.”
“Okay.” They start walking back to the city. “By the way how long did you know I was going outside the camp?”
“Ever since you started.”
As near the border of the camp, they see something fall from the sky. Kathis spots it first.
“Look, a shooting star.” Kathis says with amazement.
“If it’s a shooting star, then why is it coming down to the planet?”
A loud roar rips through the sky. As the “star” comes down with a crashing boom. The sound can be heard for miles away, as the pair hurry to the camp. The “star” crashes down on a plateau just twenty miles from the Matoran. As the Matoran reach the square, they break the news to the entire tribe.
Edited by The Forgotten One, Jan 28 2013 - 06:39 PM.